Tang San halted his steps behind his father, following Tang Hao's gaze towards the front.
What appeared before them was a stretch of undulating mountains. From their position, they couldn't glimpse the entirety of the mountain range, but even the outermost peaks were so tall they pierced the clouds.
"Has your Eight-Spider Spear recovered?" Tang Hao asked indifferently.
Tang San nodded, "It has recovered."
After those simple six words, Tang Hao leapt up and began to scale the mountain cliff ahead of them.
The cliff face in front of them was extremely steep, nearly vertical at ninety degrees, but beneath Tang Hao's feet, it was as if he were walking on flat ground. Each light tap of his toe on the cliff wall would send his body soaring more than ten meters upwards as he rapidly climbed towards the summit.
Taking a deep breath, Tang San gathered his Soul Power, and the Eight-Spider Spear broke through his outer clothes, extending rapidly.
